Greetings once more, Blog-Children.
Back from my last trip of 2006 to picturesque, sunny (much of the time) West Wales. A few early nights pulled me right back into shape, in preparation for the upcoming six months-plus of eternal darkness, death of all hope, and silent, screaming, existential despair otherwise known as Winter. Yes, it's time to put the crazy shorts and gaily festooned T-shirts back into the bottom drawer, and solemnly don the grey-brown apparel of dark-mornings and horizontal rain. Your flips will flop no more this year pop-kids, not unless you've plans to travel to sunnier climes.
I wish I had, but I haven't.
Still, like I said, a long-weekend at my secret country residence, Sonic Caravan, has at least blunted the edges of my Seasonally Affected Disorderliness.
Even Sonic BBQ2 made a final appearance of the year (scrutinise pic below). This was his lone showing on the Welsh Tour, and I have to say it went quite well, despite rain and temperamental, lo-grade briquettes. A few wines quaffed, a few discreet tears shed.


I mean, I try to put a brighter spin on the coming of the Dark Months, I really do, but each year this seems to get harder.
Another grim prospect at this time of year has to be the drizzle-loving, dampness-addicted Winter-Apologist. I seem to be a magnet for these. You know the routine...'Oh, but this time of year is so beautiful, the crisp mornings, the turning of the leaves, the snow...' blah blah.
Yeah right. I can see that this might be the case in New England or Aspen, Colorado. From what I've seen on the National Geographic channel, Autumn/Winter there is a riot of unfolding beauty and awe-inspiring colour. Here in the UK, it's just Brown. Brown and damp.
Anyhoo, I'll try to get into the swing of it by the next post, I assure thee.